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( Just another day on the job. )
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[[ can be open for calls, otherwise establishy and nfb due to distance. ]]
Raxus Prime, Monday
Apr. 6th, 2015 09:58 amA great deal of worlds from Revan's Sith Empire had returned to the Republic after Malak's death - or at least expressed their wish to. But with the Republic in the ramshackle state it had been in these past few years, not all of them had been... reclaimed. Some of the bigger backwaters, they hadn't even bothered to deal with until now.
Or maybe turned a blind eye to on purpose, Atton mused. Raxus Prime was a center of industrial power, and the current Chancellor didn't seem especially inclined to upset business relations.
He reached up and touched his jaw for the umpteenth time. It felt weird.
"You do realize we're on live holonews right now," Mira said, from his right. "Stop touching your face, Rand."
"I wouldn't be touching my face if you hadn't made me shave this morning," he complained.
"I didn't make you shave. I made fun of that poor Bothan you taped to your face until you saw the error of your ways."
Atton pulled a face, his eyes darting briefly to the Republic soldiers marching behind them. "I don't know why we're doing this anyway," he said. "A procession through the streets of a Raxus habitat? This place is a garbage dump."
"A garbage dump full of credits," Mira said. "I think our Chancellor is just trying to remind everyone that he finally remembers where he put his balls."
Atton let out a snort. "He's definitely making himself at home back there on the big fancy seat while the rest of us walk." He shot Mira a glance.
But she just shrugged. "Hey, I didn't vote for him. Anyway, those news crews are getting pretty cl--"
A blaster shot pierced the air and slammed into a building right behind them. The entire crowd reeled; Atton could sense the Chancellor's security detail practically leaping on top of him. He spun around to the sound of two lightsabers clicking on at once. "Seriously?" he muttered. "Seriously."
"Come on!" Mira bellowed. Right, right.
"Never a day off on the job," Atton said irritably, Force senses yelling at him which direction to run into as he dashed into the crowd.
[[ establishy, la. ]]
Or maybe turned a blind eye to on purpose, Atton mused. Raxus Prime was a center of industrial power, and the current Chancellor didn't seem especially inclined to upset business relations.
He reached up and touched his jaw for the umpteenth time. It felt weird.
"You do realize we're on live holonews right now," Mira said, from his right. "Stop touching your face, Rand."
"I wouldn't be touching my face if you hadn't made me shave this morning," he complained.
"I didn't make you shave. I made fun of that poor Bothan you taped to your face until you saw the error of your ways."
Atton pulled a face, his eyes darting briefly to the Republic soldiers marching behind them. "I don't know why we're doing this anyway," he said. "A procession through the streets of a Raxus habitat? This place is a garbage dump."
"A garbage dump full of credits," Mira said. "I think our Chancellor is just trying to remind everyone that he finally remembers where he put his balls."
Atton let out a snort. "He's definitely making himself at home back there on the big fancy seat while the rest of us walk." He shot Mira a glance.
But she just shrugged. "Hey, I didn't vote for him. Anyway, those news crews are getting pretty cl--"
A blaster shot pierced the air and slammed into a building right behind them. The entire crowd reeled; Atton could sense the Chancellor's security detail practically leaping on top of him. He spun around to the sound of two lightsabers clicking on at once. "Seriously?" he muttered. "Seriously."
"Come on!" Mira bellowed. Right, right.
"Never a day off on the job," Atton said irritably, Force senses yelling at him which direction to run into as he dashed into the crowd.
[[ establishy, la. ]]
Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope...
It was the targeting reticule that made Atton think about the creepy HK droid that had traveled with them last year. He'd always stayed out of the droid's way - he didn't like droids anyway, let alone ones that were built to kill and clearly enjoyed it. Seemed like an easy way to wake up with a bolt between your eyes, some day.
Anyway, that wasn't important right now. What was important was what was going on across the street. He had a perfect line of vision from here, straight into the windows of that burned-down old building sitting just there.
The Republic used to have intel agents everywhere, making sure the smaller local crime syndicates they could handle didn't grow out of control. But these past few years, there hadn't been money or manpower for anything that didn't fit under the euphemism 'core tasks' ('the only things we can even do from Coruscant'), and now a lot of these organisations were threatening to overrun their neighborhoods. Cities. Planets.
Atton's sights slid over the back of the boss's head, then traveled down, to his back.
These guys were small fry compared to what Mical wanted to take care of. But small fry was, apparently, what Atton had been relegated to now that he'd been marked 'too fragile' to do anything big. Fine. Whatever.
His finger lingered over the trigger of the blaster. What was it the droid had said? "Love is knowing your target," he muttered, "putting them in your targeting reticule..." He squinted through the scope. There. Center of the back. Perfect. "...and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds."
The stun bolt hit the guy right dead center. The man collapsed; various other beings sped forward into view. After that? It was a nuna shoot. He took down more local crime figures in three minutes than the entire Republic had managed here in years.
Stun bolts, all of them. If Mical thought his 'darker side' was a risk? Fine. He'd show he could do this without casualties.
He put the rifle down and vaulted off the rooftop, onto the next one. Time to bring these guys in.
[[ establishy. ]]
It was the targeting reticule that made Atton think about the creepy HK droid that had traveled with them last year. He'd always stayed out of the droid's way - he didn't like droids anyway, let alone ones that were built to kill and clearly enjoyed it. Seemed like an easy way to wake up with a bolt between your eyes, some day.
Anyway, that wasn't important right now. What was important was what was going on across the street. He had a perfect line of vision from here, straight into the windows of that burned-down old building sitting just there.
The Republic used to have intel agents everywhere, making sure the smaller local crime syndicates they could handle didn't grow out of control. But these past few years, there hadn't been money or manpower for anything that didn't fit under the euphemism 'core tasks' ('the only things we can even do from Coruscant'), and now a lot of these organisations were threatening to overrun their neighborhoods. Cities. Planets.
Atton's sights slid over the back of the boss's head, then traveled down, to his back.
These guys were small fry compared to what Mical wanted to take care of. But small fry was, apparently, what Atton had been relegated to now that he'd been marked 'too fragile' to do anything big. Fine. Whatever.
His finger lingered over the trigger of the blaster. What was it the droid had said? "Love is knowing your target," he muttered, "putting them in your targeting reticule..." He squinted through the scope. There. Center of the back. Perfect. "...and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds."
The stun bolt hit the guy right dead center. The man collapsed; various other beings sped forward into view. After that? It was a nuna shoot. He took down more local crime figures in three minutes than the entire Republic had managed here in years.
Stun bolts, all of them. If Mical thought his 'darker side' was a risk? Fine. He'd show he could do this without casualties.
He put the rifle down and vaulted off the rooftop, onto the next one. Time to bring these guys in.
[[ establishy. ]]
